1989: The space invader looked a lot like, well, Mom — if she were tiny and bony, and buck-toothed, trying to carry that head of curly hair the color of coffee with a lot of cream in it, and no, I didn’t expect such a weird scene, when I stepped out of my reality, into… this one.
I just realized, that’s a long sentence. Got to work on that.
There I was, tricky Trick himself, veteran of the wars for fourteen long years, working on year number fifteen, getting a faceful of, well… face, from this little, staring creature. She did sort of remind me of…
